#((;;open))

[woodblxssomcrowned]

She’s been running laps around the village.

No boosting chakra through her muscles to make herself faster or to push their endurance; just running, using the varying terrain to set an extra challenge, and see how long she could last.

She’s been going since dawn, and it’s pushing into the afternoon. Dust is clinging to her sweaty skin, she’s panting and flushed, her muscles had been aching with the strain for the past two hours so…and she’s starving.

Maybe it’s time to stop.

[demcntwins]

|| OPEN || DANNY & ??? ||

I'm high so Danny's high, themselves the rules

Danny was floating in ghost form, legs in the form of a ghost tail and arms spread out like he was floating in water instead of midair. He was staring up at the sky clearly not all the way there as he zoned out. Suddenly his hand drifted up to point at the sky, finger tracing the line of a constellation as he spoke to the person he was floating by. “Cassiopeia has always reminded me of my mother...”

[kingofhellmorningstar]

Soft piano music played softly outside in the distance, the twilight hours had encroached upon Pentagram City, casting only a soft filtered glow through the King's window.

He sat upon the edge of his bed, shirt off, with his wings out and spread across the mattress.

Staring into space, thoughtless, spacing out was one thing he noticed that he started doing when there was...so much to think about.

But it felt so nice to let his wings rela like this sometimes, to let them stretch when he wasn't flying. "Mmm..."

[mixingmuses]

" HEY THERE [CHAMP]! I GOT SOMETHING AT [THE START OF THE RACE] FOR YA! "

[hodgepodgebitches]

|| OPEN || Harry & ??? ||

Harry post the barrier coming down overwhelmed by the powers he has now 🙃

Song is "Fine by Kyle Hume"

“I just need to tell someone I'm not alright... Do you wonder how it'd feel? Letting somebody finally see the real you?”

[brightchill]

"Okay, okay- Bonjour. Je m'appelles Jack. I- J'ai fait a l'ecole? Ou est... la College Francoise Dupont? Je suis americain et je ne parlez bonne francais- uh, tu parles- vous parlez l'anglais? Please, please tell me you speak english. I'm dying here."

[cxdemusings]

Sick and Tired || Akechi

Overheating, sweaty, chills, near constant shivering. Skin had paled and vision constantly swimming in an out of focus. Akechi had still managed to keep food in his stomach, but he wasn't sure how long that would last. More than once, a glance was made toward his phone on the nightstand...

But who would come?

Who would help?

Futaba?

...Akira?

He could hardly move at all, his lightheadedness was so disorienting and dizzying that if he tried, his vision would fade for a few seconds until he settled again.

Slowly and carefully, he reached for his phone.

[text: Akechi]: ...I hve a favr [Akechi]: I'm sick nd cant move... [Akechi]: ...ill pay for watr or soup or bth